“I will never, ever regret the things I’ve done. Because most days, all you have are places in your memory that you can go to.”

Knowing you still have possibilities is a luxury. Knowing I might have given them to you has alleviated something for me.

I had practiced not saying anything the whole way from the airport, and it was still nearly killing me.

Is that it forces you to rethink your idea of who you are. Or how you might seem to other people.

Only you, Will Traynor, could tell a woman how to wear a bloody dress.

Most days now his loss is a part of her, an awkward weight she carries around, invisible to everyone else, subtly altering the way she moves through the day. But today, the Anniversary of the day he died, is a day when all bets are off.

I could hear her babbling away beside me, but I wasn’t really paying attention. I could barely focus on anything.

But just as nature abhors a vacuum — so does the human heart.

I just… want to be a man who has been to a concert with a girl in a red dress. Just for a few minutes more.

“Nobody listens any more. Everyone knows what they want to hear, but nobody actually listens.

Cheap as chips, cheap as chips, it’s a British expression. There’s no couture in their darling.

Somewhere in this world is a man who loves you, who understands how precious and clever and kind you are.

I see all this talent, all this…this energy and brightness and…potential. Yes. Potential. And I cannot for the life of me see how you can be content to live this tiny life.

They began to tune up, and suddenly the auditorium was filled with a single sound.

And I don’t want to look at you every day, to see you naked,to watch you wandering around the annexe in your crazy dresses and not…not be able to do what I want with you.

If I don’t cry while writing a key emotional scene, my gut feeling is it’s failed.

Real friends were the kind where you pick up where you’d left off, whether it be a week since you’d seen each other or two years.

You think you KNOW when you learn.

If a can opener no longer has the capacity to open cans, what is it?

You do get really exhausted doing films. You work such long hours, and after a while, things can get out of perspective, just like if anyone’s tired, things get on top of them.

And if it can be explained that it can be explained away.’ ‘But this is History. Distance yourselves.

Culminating with a man in a white coat saying to one kindly, “And now can you tell me the name of the Prime Minister?”

The truth is far beyond what we can see. Therefore my art is an invitation to comprehend this fact.

I can sing some polkas. And proud of that.

But adult love means you’re not in denial, and you want the loved one to be the best they can be.